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It occurs to me today, on Father's Day, that the old man forgot to give me his new number when he moved to William's Lake. So, in the interests of pinging the universe for response, a call out to the old Paterfamilias (as Clooney said, in O Brother Where Art Thou?). Happy Father's Day.
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Comments (1)
I like that you call him the Old Man. It's very tough. Sounds Bukowski!
Posted by joy | June 16, 2008 4:28 AM
Posted on June 16, 2008 04:28